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my First Seniors Once upon a time I thought 34 was very, very old. I could count to 20. I wasn't sure how old people could get. One day my mother and I were visiting my grandmother's farm and my mother decided to take me to the neighbors farm for afternoon tea. We walked through the pasture connecting my grandmother's farm and theirs. In the pasture were some docile cows, a few gangly calves and one big nasty tempered bull. We walked with speed as the bull dogged our steps. He wasn't happy with us in his territory. But we did get to the neighbors without incident. We had tea outdoors under the trees. And in two rocking chairs sat two ladies, dressed in long black dresses and hats. They were bent and they had crooked hands. They had little bits of white hair that poked out from under their hats. They were incredibly old. People yelled at them and they nodded. My mother said they couldn't hear well. They didn't speak to me or to my mother. My mother said they didn't see well. I said I'm never getting old. Of course, I didn't know how lucky I would be to be allowed the privilege of aging. And I didn't know how lucky they were to be allowed to age in their own home surrounded by family. That day, as a little girl, the little old ladies frightened me more than the bull, but age brings wisdom, and I'd never go in a pasture with a foul tempered bull again. |
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I often think how old 50 sounded, then I was that, then 60 sounded old, then I was that...now I am 65 and feel so much younger! I am still silly and happy and love and appreciate life much more than I did when I was younger. I hope to have 30 more years...my grandparents on my Mom's side were 96 and 88. Ann 
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